my failing she knows ! Bess plucked me a rose As white as blown snows When they glitter and harden; Bess plucked me a rose From her own little garden. Besss face is so white, Like a blossom in Maytime ; Though her cheeks are pink quite, Besss face is so white, And her eyes are as brightAs the dawn… … And looks downward quite sober ;Bess is a sweet little miss,Eight years old last October. ROBERT OGDEN FOWLER.
Children's literature, American · Children's literature
Internet Archive · UNC Libraries · Public Domain Mark 1.0. Free to use for anything.
![An illustration from Our little ones and the nursery [serial], 1881, leaf 320](https://img.insideoutlibrary.com/img/1024/ia-ourlittleonesnur8592bost-320-391.webp)
![An illustration from St. Nicholas [serial] (1873)](https://img.insideoutlibrary.com/img/200/ia-stnicholasserial382dodg-575-694.webp)
![An illustration from St. Nicholas [serial] (1873)](https://img.insideoutlibrary.com/img/200/ia-stnicholasserial142dodg-241-175.webp)
![An illustration from St. Nicholas [serial] (1873)](https://img.insideoutlibrary.com/img/200/ia-stnicholasserial72dodg-182-129.webp)
![An illustration from Peterson's Magazine January to June 1888 [Fashion and Fancy work pages] (1888)](https://img.insideoutlibrary.com/img/200/ia-PetersonsMagazineJanuaryToJune1888-105-117.webp)